Ramblin' Rose

This is my Seinfeld post - it's a post about nothing.

For whatever reason, the firing of synapses in my brain led me to look up 'Tom Cruise' and 'Scientology' on YouTube today. Scary shit. Or maybe not scary - maybe just sad. I started to wonder if perhaps the bigwigs over at Scientology, Inc. weren't a little bit miffed that they'd hunted down Tom in their search for celebrities to join the cult religion. The man is a loon. I watched a ten minute rant of Tom's in which he discussed Scientology and that confirmed my thoughts that he's a fully fledged nutbar. Then I watched an interview of Matt Lauer with Tom and that sealed the deal. You could tell by the look on Matt's face that he knew he was going to get nowhere with the crazy person sitting across from him, but bless his little heart, he gave it his all.

Now, don't get me wrong. I think people are entitled to worship the god of their choice and believe in whatever gets them through the night - as long as they're not hurting anyone in the process. Seriously though - Scientology? They're just as nutty as the next religion, although I don't recall ever hearing about Jesus asking anyone to hold metal rods while being 'audited'.

In other news, I think my husband and at least one of my friends thinks it's odd that I haven't left the apartment in over a week. Is that weird? Maybe. It's a trend I would like to continue though. I'm seeing the appeal in being a hermit. If only I could think of a way to immediately start replacing my current salary with money made while sitting on my ass on my couch. If I never had to step foot in an office again, I'd be okay with that. Let me know if you have any brilliant ideas that I can steal and then profit from.

See this picture off to the left? I took that. At a world renowned garden while my parents were visiting. It makes me happy in ways I can't explain. I'm generally not a huge fan of roses but I like this one. I like the lighting and I love the colour of it. These are the things that are getting me through my days at the moment.

I hope it brings a little extra happiness to your day too.

*Meh*

This is exactly what I've been feeling like:

He looks a little more active than I've been though. It's been a strange few days (at least in my head) and I've been in hiding for one reason or another. I'm slowly getting over myself and will be back to my old self in a few days, I'm sure. In the meantime, check out what I've been doing during my self-imposed banishment at: Pro-Craft-Inate.

Try this....you'll like it

Walk home while listening to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack.  It'll make you feel like one cool cat and you'll find yourself busting into a saunter and possibly some impromptu dance moves.  Sure, your fellow pedestrians will cross the street to avoid you but in your own head, you'll be awesome.

Not a rant, just a crazy idea....

I'm going to try watching less t.v. and using the internet less for 2 weeks.  You know, before I turn into a fluffy, white, beer drinking cat.  No, I'm not turning hippy or becoming one of those pretentious twats who snottily declares 'We don't watch television in our house'  (what, are you Amish?).  

Lately, I've noticed that my creative output and even my desire for creative output has dwindled almost into non existence.  That's just sad, because as my good friend A will attest - I am an 'accomplished artist'.  (Inside joke - maybe I'll tell you over a beer sometime).

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll start small and try for 2 weeks.  That surely won't kill me - or cause me to kill my husband.  My game plan is to limit my t.v. to no more than an hour a day - which probably still sounds like excessive watching to some but seriously - the usual 3 hour Sunday cartoon night will be painful to give up (yes, I'm an adult and I watch cartoons - shut up.)

In addition, I'm going to limit my internet use to no more than an hour a day (barring what I need to use it for at work - I'm just talking about home use).  I've been sucked into following ridiculousness on Twitter (no, I will not give you a link - resist!) recently and that definitely has to stop.  What a time suck invention that is!  Instead I'll be sticking to the handful of blogs I read regularly and things like flickr.com (it's like having a never ending inspiration wall!).

Since I've basically stolen the spare/guest room from the Boy, I figure I should probably put it to good use and have something to show for it (Look, honey!  Art!  You know, for our walls....)  I'd also like to feel like I'm being productive because honestly, lately I feel like all I've been doing is waiting.  Waiting for what is another story....oooh, maybe I should use some of my precious internet time for updating my blog!  What a concept.  

So I'm putting this out there so that I'll feel some sense of responsibility to actually go through with it.  And, I'll also try to post proof of what I've been doing with all this extra 'unplugged' time.  Stay tuned, avid reader!  Surprises could be just around the corner.....

Parents, take note...

I came across an online video the other day that really pissed me off. Unfortunately, it was posted by a friend of mine. In the video her youngest daughter is bopping her head away to some tunes on her headphones and singing along. Cute, right? Yeah, I thought so too until I realized she was singing along to Britney Spears' 'Womanizer'. WTF? She's five!!!

I realize that she doesn't understand the lyrics but that doesn't make it less infuriating that a mother would willing give her small child a cd that is clearly far above her maturity level. What's wrong with letting your kids listen to the likes of Raffi and the Wiggles? Parents are supposed to guide their children and help them grow and learn at a pace that is suitable to their age. The point is to let them build up skills and knowledge so that when they are at an age to (hopefully not) listen to the likes of Ms. Spears or others like her, they'll have an understanding of what it is they're listening to (and hopefully be offended and disturbed enough to stop listening).

Kids need the chance to be kids. There's plenty of time to be an adult and all the complicated mess that comes with it. For all of those parents out there that this applies to, please just let your kids be innocent and naive and sweet. It's over way too fast as it is.

Blue Christmas

Christmas always make me sad. I love all the friends and family I have near me, and I love my husband, but Christmas always reminds me of the people who aren't where I am. I miss them more at this time of year than any other, and not just because of all the family get togethers. I get to the end of the year and it's another 365 days gone that I haven't been able to go for an early morning coffee with my mum, or shop with my sister, or hang out with my brothers and step dad.

I think it's my siblings that I miss most of all. My sister and I are very close, and I think about her at least once every day - when I see something in a shop I think she'd like, or I hear something funny that I know we'd both laugh at. I miss her a lot at this point in my life, when we're both trying to have a family and it's proving difficult for each of us in our own way. When we're each finally successful in that arena, it's going to kill me to think what I'm missing out on - seeing her be a mum or me, needing my big sis around to help me when I'm bewildered.

The eldest of my two younger brothers currently lives in China and before that he was living in Perth. Both of us took the biggest leap away from the nest and I wonder if he feels like I do. The yearning to be in the family fold but the need for independence dominating and keeping us away. I miss his easy going nature and his laugh.

I miss my youngest brother and his quietness. He's got a wicked sense of humour that comes out when he drops his shyness. I wish more people could see that - how funny he is. I sometimes wish I could peek inside his brain and see the thoughts he has. I know there's something brilliant in there that he's hiding from us all.

On the bright side, my sister and her man are coming out here this Christmas. They'll be here in 5 short days. They arrive on her birthday and I can't wait - it's been almost 2 years since I've seen her. It's the best possible present I could ask for, short of everyone coming with her. She brings with her a piece of home, and I've been missing that so much.

Exercising my right to bitch.

I'm about to complete the 6th week of a fitness bootcamp that my friend talked me into joining with her. So far, it's been great, and the time has flown by, much to my surprise. There is one thing that has been bugging me though - or should I say, two things?

Collectively, they are known as 'The A Team' and I'm not talking about that delightfully crappy 80's show. No, this A Team is made up of a couple of girls in their late teens and truthfully, they are as annoying as any gum-snapping, hair twirling, 'whatever'-ing stereotype you can imagine.

They show up to bootcamp only to giggle, gossip and laze their way through the entire workout. I don't understand why they are there. If all they're going to do is chat and go for a leisurely stroll, while the rest of us sweat and exert actual effort, why don't they just do that on their own time, FOR FREE? It would save them money, and it would save the rest of us from having to listen to the crap that flows freely from their mouths.

In fairness, they aren't always lazy. At least two or three times a class they miraculously have a burst of energy and are able to break into a run, or bust out a few more reps of any given excersize. In an amazing coincidence, these sudden demonstrations of their fitness levels occur precisely as an instructor is approaching or looking their way. It makes me want to bop them over the head with a rolled up yoga mat.

Unfortunately, because they are tiny waisted teenage girls (seriously, WHY are you at bootcamp?) at least one male instructor has a nasty habit of flirting and pandering to these two. This irritates me because a) the rest of us who want to workout may need some instruction as to what to do with the 10 pound weight we're holding precariously over our heads and b) I am not paying him to work on his 'game' with girls!

Near the end of Friday night's power walk, I overheard the A Team discussing their exercise plans for after bootcamp has come to an end. They were talking to the aforementioned instructor, and I'm sure this piece of information was shared to titilate him, and telling him that part of their plans include pole dancing. Now, I understand that this is now an legitimate form of exercise and quite popular, but when I heard that all I could think was 'for money?' A tad harsh, perhaps, but after 6 weeks of witnessing them do not much, and listening to their inane conversations about guys who think they are hot, I'm not pulling any more punches.

Here's hoping that when my friend and I show up for orientation again in January, the A Team will be somewhere else. Like perhaps getting to know their new workmate - Shiny Metal Pole.